A bitter cold has come across our land today. The icy greyness of recent days goes on.
I'm home in the warm listening to Mozart's Great Mass and about to read some more of my first book A Pillar of Impotence. Revisiting it 14 years after publication and 11 years since I last read it the brutal power of narrative remains. It's painful to read and remember but it stands as testament to a story of survival.
After another difficult week it was good to get to the weekend. My friend Marie is here. She's just having a sleep after a big lunch. Waking late we went to Gareth's butcher then on to lunch at The Horns at Bull's Green.
I got some marvellous produce. There will be roast topside of beef tomorrow. I have a jointed wild rabbit from a local country estate. And neck fillet of lamb. The rabbit and lamb are rarely available so buy when around.
My conversations with an old friend who got in touch just before Christmas continue. We sang together around 35 years ago.
Tomorrow evening the Los Angeles Rams will march into Philadelphia to battle the Eagles in the divisional round of the NFL playoffs. Given the Rams dominance a week ago they will be feared.
Next week the world will change. Mr Trump will enter The White House for the second time and none of us really know what he will do. Will the world be more or less settled? Time will tell.
I Heard a Voice.
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